Dear Diary

Today i left work early because work is stupid. I went to get my hair cut after work and as i get to the barber there is a beautiful little gift waiting for me.... quite possibly the most white trash couple I've seen in a long time. So im sitting there on the bench and the 400 pound orca, who clearly just got off work at sea world , is sitting to my left. It almost looked like the barber shop had ordered them out of a catalog. A "People of Wal*Mart" catalog. Shes fat.... really fat, I mean shes in her wheelchair and her gut hangs down to about 8 inches from the floor. IMagine how much fat it takes for someone sitting upright in a wheel chair to nearly touch the floor with their fat. Gross. She was also equipped with an oxygen tank which i imagine is in case the polar ice caps melt (you can never be too safe) and has nothing to do with the fact that shes so fat her body cant get enough oxygen.

Shes dumb too, asking her husband stupid questions and telling him to get a mohawk because the guy currently getting his hair cut is getting a mohawk. Her husband replied "thats for children" and they guy in the chair getting the childish mohawk who was clearly in his 20's looked up. Finally the trainer gets to get his mullet chopped off and he sits in front of me, and guess what.... he s got no front teeth up top. After his hair cut the fine gentleman did what any classy overweight hick in a cal-trans orange t-shirt would do: he swatted at his head like a retarded chimp then went outside the door or the barber and took his shirt off and used to whip his own back to get the freshly cut hair off his back. Which seemed strange ONLY because his back was hairy.

I've seen this "woman" before though. (ahahaha she ate her trainer in Florida) no but seriously... if or when this health care bill passes shes the lady i imagine. Shes not alone, shes not the only one of her kind out there. Shes too fat and lazy to take care of herself. She needs a wheelchair and oxygen just to be out and about, yet she will probably benefit from free health care. She should die. In fact i find it amazing shes not dead. Her poor over-worked circulatory system! Sorry I'll keep politics out of this.

Long story short, I saw a fat lady today.

Oh what's this? A real blog?

I hate how I have to set up a blog about things i hate and the entire time I can't think about anything I'm being asked <- that spot right there is where i decided to not use punctuation because this thing has spell check. It's nice to realize early on in an endeavor that technology is going to make being lazy a lot easier. Anyway, naming a blog is hard. I thought about naming it a people name. "Invisible Stele" was first but i changed it because i hated it, and if i dont like it why should anyone else. then again who care what anyone else thinks of my blog.

Hmmmm well i think that was a good first post. i imagine the rest of my posts will be me bitching about work, or my co-workers or government policies i dont really care about enough to research. Oh "labels for this post" thats exciting. I'm thinking choo-choo trains, capital letters and bar fights